1. Meeting my boyfriend's date 2. Flying to my date

1. It's a beautiful, sunny day. Boyfriend and I have decided to spend the next few days apart. This beautiful someone he's  met through online common interests has a delicate frame. She has a calm femininity that I don't have. She's wearing black and maroon. He's into her. We've talked about it before; it's supposed to be fine for him to date. I purposefully sit far on one side of the couch; she sits on another couch and he sits somehow behind and above her, such that he can kiss her forehead. I'm a little distracted because I feel like I need to go to my own date. But I'm mesmerized by watching what he'd do with another person. I have a slow simmer of jealousy and I know that I need to get out of there. I go to the kitchen and her mother is there, stocking the whole house with food that has already been sorted onto labeled shelves.

2. I make sure I have my phone and that it's charged. If it is charged, I can use my googlemaps app, and as long as that little dot is in motion on the screen, I am able to fly. I was going to meet a friend in Seattle. A friend who, yes, I'm attracted to, but not in a developing kind of way. He is former military and so I ask him if I should stop anywhere specific over the base in Lakewood. I feel like I have a secret, in that I am flying there to see him. With my arms. Over the sunny, green grass. Like a goose. Like a witch. More like a goose.

I wake up certain that I should try flying today.

1. South Africa Corpse Bog 2. Chicago 3. Avacado

1. I am taking a tour or giving a tour. I'm in a thick, opaque bog up to my shoulders. As I look out to the liquid, I see it as more of a light green primordial ooze. I'm grasping onto things to get through the bog, and then realize that what I'm grasping are dead fish, and even corpses. The narration (I am giving? someone else is giving?) tells me about South African history.

I get out of the bog and into a car and find myself driving through the suburbs of Johannesburg. I'm surprised by how American it all looks- except for the iron bars on all the windows, and the gates, of course. Then I start to get to an area with primary-colored stucco and realize that I must turn around or else I will be hijacked.

2. Some sort of Chicago noir scene with boyfriend.

3. In my kitchen, wondering what to make to serve with my perfectly ripe avacado.

1. Remote Bicycle Escape 2. His computer docs

1. I need to leave the house. For good. I leave on my bicycle, and then realize that they are following me. So I leave the bike and duck into a bodgega. In the basement of the bodega, I meet Samuel L. Jackson, who congratulates me on arriving safely. I'm worried about my bike, but sit at a console where I can remotely ride the bike to the basement. I set it in motion, and then walk outside to check if it's really moving. It's really moving, but then I feel like I shouldn't have left. I am in grave danger!

2. On his computer, I see some documents of his. A word doc that lists his "regular appointments" and then several astrological matches. including one with "Laura". He has a word doc called "probablynotatalldefinitelyaboutkate.doc"

1. Five bedrooms 2. "People never actually talk" 3. Premonition

1. I move into a house with five bedrooms.

2. I followed him into his room or kitchen. We were playfully fighting/teasing each other about how he couldn’t cook. There was some short montage of ‘goofy moments’ we had had together, set to music. Cut back to the kitchen: he said things had changed, he was better at cooking now. I believed him, his whole life seemed different. Then I realized that I had overstepped a boundary while looking over his shoulder while he chopped green peppers. We started to talk about what had happened between us just then with that boundary, but then what had happened between us for that whole year and a half. I spoke lucidly and vulnerably from the heart, and, to my surprise, he was not looking away, but looking into my eyes. We were both weeping but not sobbing, and he spoke lucidly and vulnerably as well. We felt mutually understood. We actually talked, like he said people never do. (Dream on, Ariel, dream on.)

3. The director asks me to choreograph.